On a dump with Grandpa Vasil. Strange Pets and Foreign Holidays

Hello, my dears! Recently, grandfather Vasil remembered a phrase from the beautiful film “Heart of a Dog”. Do you remember how the cook was creepy? “Verily, truly, I tell you, the earth will soon come upon the axis of heaven.” I mean, something terrible is coming. And I thought the same thing when I saw a natural inferno in my backyard. This is a grandson with a friend who came to visit his grandfather, and she kept this monster on her hands. Bald cat. I mean, naked, no wool. Only wrinkled and gazing angry.

In the village, such an animal would definitely be identified as sick. Here, do not go to the veterinarian - ringworm in advanced form. At first I was afraid to approach this animal. And it turned out that I was required to fascinately gasp and admiringly appease. Since this miracle in feathers (or rather, in a self-made sweater, despite the warm October) is not a dying animal, but a rare and terribly fashionable Sphinx cat. They say one and a half thousand rubles is worth! I told the young people you were crazy in town. From idleness all the most important and valuable inside out. Even cats. The cat, just so you know, has always been valued for its warm furry coat. In winter, when there is a blizzard outside, you should snuggle up to your grandfather on the stove and sleepily purr. At least ask Vaska. What joy would it be for me to touch a bald freak for wrinkles? “These are not wrinkles, but folds!” the girl strictly corrected me. My grandson gave me a whole lecture, a dark one. I learned in my old age that this fashion was not born yesterday.

And in addition to naked cats, people also have hairless dogs. That's what they call the American Naked Terrier! What is it but human whim? Another type in the summer was here - with some squeaky trembling lump on thin legs. It's a bit of a chihuahua kind of thing. She seems to have her own passport. And they cut her hair in a special dog barbershop, and she has a whole wardrobe for the street. There is a dog like my cow in the past.

I am now looking at my ball, which is sitting on a chain at the kennel. Here he is an authoritative dog: eats bones from soup, barks at strangers so that the fence trembles, the house guards. And this one, excuse me, Chihua? He can’t bark, he just squeaks in vain like a mouse under the floor. The same cat Vaska, if she snorts, the dog will have a heart attack. No, people have forgotten how to live simply. To have a loyal friend and watchman, it is no longer enough to raise an ordinary puppy. We need this puppy to be hairless, but wearing shoes and a passport. Because it is not the dog that is important to them, but the display in front of their neighbors. No, truly I tell you, the world is getting closer to the axis of heaven

Even resting simply lost track. No, to abandon the bustle of the city, to come to my grandfather, to go for mushrooms and sit over the float... You have to travel three seas! And for what? To fill the belly! This grandson did not just come, but to bring his grandfather guests from Turecchina and boast of his first foreign vacation. And so I'm sitting, so I'm sitting on my dump, eating this rubber rickat-lukum and listening to the delights of the descendant. “Grandpa, you won’t believe it, but the food was absolutely free!” You come with a tray, you take what you carry! The number of such approaches is not limited

I look at a seriously recovered grandson, shake my head and think that the city and then lost measure. It turns out, as before free food in the resorts broke, so will collect a plate with the top, bite – and in the garbage. Sin is, we in the old days for such an attitude to food right at the table spoon on the forehead received! And in general, somehow I do not understand such a "rest" - just overeating for slaughter, as in a pig farm ..

But there was a bright moment in his story that pleased me. When, he says, on a tour of the sea sailed, there were tourists from Russia and Ukraine on the yacht about equally. People are mostly old. So the Turks beat them the old Soviet stage - and the people who at first looked at each other unkindly, instantly became one team. And they sang in the same language, and danced holding hands, and then toasted to peace and friendship, as if there had been no years of mutual hatred. My grandson says that it was only then that I understood my nostalgia for the times of the USSR, when we all lived as one family